Sylvia, Neil and Bobbie, Too

Sylvia walked to the other end of the kitchen and looked into the living room. There he was, as usual, in his worn-out, too-tight shorts, displaying his wares, much to his mother's guilty delight. Her son's revealing attire was yet another obsession she had developed in recent days.

My god, he can't know what he's doing to me.

It amazed her that, after the day's activities, her son could still trigger desire in her haggard body. "Have you eaten?" She asked.

"Yes, Mom. How did it go with Bobbie today?"

"Oh..." Sylvia had to remember her story. "We got a lot of papers sorted out."

Unbuttoning her blouse, another time-honored tradition, she walked up to her son and slid onto the sofa, right beside him.

"It's been a long day." She refrained from putting her hand on his thigh. It wouldn't do anything but enflame her again.

Neil sniffed the air, then leaned over to sniff her shoulder. She jumped slightly when his face pressed against her skin.

"New perfume, Mom?"

Oh, shit. What is he smelling?

"Uh..." Sylvia hesitated. "What is it?"

"Whatever it is, it smells good." Neil paused. "You all right, Mom?"

"Yes, I'm fine," she responded. "Why do you ask?"

God, honey. Pull yourself together!

"You're acting weird."

She looked down as her son shifted on the sofa cushion. God, he was bulging at the seams! She wanted so much to reach out and touch his tumescent bounty.

"I'm just tired, love." She found herself using the same terms of endearment as she did with Bobbie. "My brain is tired and so is my body."

"Why don't you go to bed?" Her son placed his hand on her arm. Her body reacted from the innocent touch.

Sylvia, what is wrong with you? Are you horny again?

"That sounds like a good idea, honey."

"Maybe take a hot bath and relax?" He squeezed her arm.

"Ahhh, yes," she responded, covering his hand with hers. "I'm going to vanish for the night, okay?"

"Yes, Mom." Neil smiled. "Sleep well and I'll see you in the morning."

In spite of her shower at Bobbie's, Sylvia ran water in the big, porcelain tub as hot as she dared. Once she was in the tub, steaming water up to her chin, she let out a big sigh.

Damn, that kid had the right idea. This feels great!

Sylvia's mind couldn't help but examine the activities of that day. She and Bobbie had fallen together so easily. After so much anxiety, hesitation and overthinking, their bodies and minds came together, figuratively and literally, like it was meant to be. It reminded Sylvia how lovemaking was like riding a bicycle. One never forgot. After so many years of inactivity, she got into the groove in no time.

But now what? When will I see her again?

Sylvia battled between thinking of her day with Bobbie, and the near-naked young man vegetating in her living room. Her hand made its way down to her pubis.

Oh, God. I can't believe I'm doing this again!

She thought of Bobbie's expert mouth on her pussy as her fingers blurred away. She tried not splashing the water or making any noise that would be heard by her son. Still, she couldn't help but imagine his cock, exposed and fully erect, needing attention.

He's only in the next room, maybe fifteen feet away, as I masturbate.

The pressure began to escalate in her body.

If he only knew I was about to come. If he only knew how much I needed sex.

Her fingers dug into her pussy, finding that delicate, sensitive spot.

Ahhh, if sweet Bobbie only knew what kind of pervert I am, wanting my own child. I wonder if she ever had any feelings like that for her Billy? Is it just me? Am I just a twisted mother, wanting an incestuous relationship with my boy?

Her fingers wriggled. Her free hand squeezed her breast, toying with a hard nipple.

God, that's it. Yes. Coming again...coming...COMING!!!

She gasped, trying to stop water from splashing over the side of the tub as her body convulsed again and again with the crashing waves of her orgasm.

Shit, if Neil could only see me now. God, I'd show him how much I need him in my bed.

Gently, she gyrated out the last of the spasms, her hips writhing as they finally fell away.

As she stood to towel herself off, the sound of splashing water echoed off the porcelain tiles.

I'm so glad tomorrow's Sunday.

To say Sylvia didn't need her tattered romance novel that evening was an understatement. Her brain had been so stimulated by reality and fantasy, and after spending the day having real, live sex with another human being, plus wanting her son between her legs, she had trouble going to sleep. Another round of nipple-tugging and savagely slapping her matted wetness brought a relative calm, but it was a long time before she slipped beneath the nocturnal waves.

Even then, dreams filled her head to the bursting point. Vivid ones, complete with breathless kisses and damp, hot skin. Tastes and scents, colors and sounds, all converged in her dreamscape, forcing her to toss and turn, incessantly rubbing the insides of her thighs.

A phone rang off in the distance. It wouldn't stop. Sylvia was much too tired to get up and answer it, but it rang and rang. Finally, she cursed, slipping out of the soft warmth of the bedclothes to press her bare feet against the carpet. It was so dark, she could barely see, so she carefully placed one foot ahead of the other, step by step, until she reached the phone.

"Hello?" Her voice conveyed irritation.

How dare someone disturb me right now!

"Honey?"

The voice was Bobbie's. Sylvia's mood immediately changed.

"Uh...y-yes?" She was surprised, but also elated. "What is it, my love?"

There was a slight pause. Sylvia could hear the hiss of the phone line and Bobbie's breathing.

"Come to me," Bobbie said. "Please."

"What?" Sylvia knew exactly what she said, but her groggy brain couldn't handle the simple request. How could she do that without Neil finding out? What would she tell him?

"Please come to me." Bobbie repeated. "I need you in my bed. You're in my heart, but I need your body to hold."

"But I...I..."

Sylvia opened her eyes to a dark room. Then it dawned on her.

"Fucking shit," she cursed into the black void, then let out a mammoth sigh.

Goddamn dreams! Why do they have to be so real?

Part Four -- Sylvia's Groove, and Where She Found It

Bacon sizzled in the cast iron skillet as Neil sat, bare-chested, on a bar stool in the kitchen, reading the Sunday morning Herald-Telegraph.

"Toast and jam?" Sylvia asked her son. Yesterday, she was fucking her brains out with Bobbie. Today, she was back to being a doting mother, albeit one with impure thoughts regarding her son.

"Yes, Mom." Neil didn't look up from the paper. "Thanks."

As Sylvia placed crispy bacon strips on the folded paper towel, her mind wandered back to Bobbie's kitchen and the meal they shared.

"How does tuna casserole sound to you, baby?" She asked Neil.

"Mmmm, yes!" He turned to the next page on the newspaper.

She placed two slices of bread in the chrome toaster and pushed the lever down.

Sylvia wandered through Bobbie's home. She admired the Japanese art on the wall, the well-stocked bookcase in the living room and the open, airy, spotless kitchen, much like hers, but not as modern.

Out came a half-empty jar of jam from the fridge. Strawberry again. She pulled a dish of margarine from aside the breadbox. She never refrigerated the margarine. It hardened in the fridge and made it too difficult to spread across the toast.

Bobbie's bedroom was so inviting, and the bed so soft, a cocoon for both of them, hiding, protecting their forbidden love and their lovemaking, sheltering them from the outside world and harsh, mundane reality.

She placed the jam and margarine on the flowered Formica countertop, next to Neil, then poured a small tumbler of orange juice and glanced over to the glistening mass of scrambled eggs cooking in the skillet. A whiff of natural gas emanated from the hissing range.

Thinking of the copious, tongue-sucking kisses she and Bobbie exchanged, it occurred to Sylvia that her new amour kissed a lot like a man, but she loved it. She also loved Bobbie referring to herself as "Mama". It added a little extra kink to things, not that their lesbian relationship needed any more of a taboo element.

Sylvia divided the mass of scrambled eggs between her son and herself. A few strips of bacon lie on the other side of the bright orange Melamine plate. The butterknife scraped across burnished toast.

In their new relationship, Bobbie had christened her the girl. She thought about it, and yes, she wanted to be the little girl, perhaps even the daughter, if Bobbie wanted it, having her naked Mama love her and take care of her, nursing her with those big, thick-nippled breasts.

Yes, Mama. Take your little girl and do with her what you wish. Eat my pussy like you're starving for it. Fuck me over and over. Rub our pussies together as I whimper through countless orgasms. Tell me what you want...what you need...and I will obey and serve you.

The erotic mental tableau forced a shiver through her body as her teeth closed on a bacon strip. Neil rustled the newspaper and snapped her back to the present.

"Damn, what is Johnson doing now?" He muttered to himself. "He just keeps escalating the troops!"

For a second, Sylvia thought he sounded like ol' Dan-O back in the day, griping about everything President Truman did, as if Dan could do better. She looked at her son's furrowed brow and smiled, knowing his grades were good enough to get him into college and avoid the draft. Still, he wasn't completely out of the woods. It was up to her to keep him focused on his studies. She glanced down to linger on his well-formed chest sporting two red points.

What handsome nipples my boy has. My young man. Makes my mouth water, wanting to suck them.

All of the fantasies caught up with her. Blood rushed into Sylvia's neck and face as her pussy began to throb. She averted her gaze to look at the bright yellow electric clock on the wall. Ten-fifteen as the second hand swooped past the numeral twelve.

Fuck, what a pervert I am! Naughty dyke mother. And these eggs are getting cold.

The coffee was strong and black and opened Sylvia's eyes. The moment she started thinking of what laundry needed to be done, the wall phone rang. Neil looked up as his mother slipped off the barstool. With coffee mug still in hand, she picked up the phone.

"Hello?"

There was a long silence, then she heard Bobbie's voice.

"Goddammit, Sylvia."

She sounded close to tears. With her son watching, she had to choose her words carefully.

"Why, yes." She started a pretend conversation. "Neil and I are having breakfast right now." Steam rose from her mug.

"I'm so sorry to call you. Is there any way he can hear me?"

"No, it's all right. No trouble."

"Thank God."

"Oh, he's right here, reading the newspaper. We haven't been up for long."

"Sylvia, I'm so embarrassed. I...honey..."

"Oh, I understand." Sylvia furrowed her brow. "Dammit, our work is never done, is it?"

"Just a little more. I'm so sorry."

"Honey, don't be sorry, and don't worry. They can afford the overtime, especially with what they're charging the client."

"Anytime. I'll be waiting. I don't know how to deal with what I'm feeling."

"Let me grab a shower and I'll be over in, say, an hour and a half?"

"Yes, my love."

"Okay, then."

"I'm so happy."

"Me, too, honey. We'll take care of this."

Sylvia placed the handset back on its clear plastic hook. She took a sip from the mug, glancing over to her son, who had returned to reading the newspaper.

"Neil..."

"Go, Mom!" He shot her a smirking glance. "I just don't want you working yourself to the bone."

"It's this special case we have. A real bear."

"Do you want me to do the laundry?"

"Uh..."

Sylvia envisioned her son washing everything together in hot water, mixing colors with whites. His red tee-shirts and her new, expensive white blouse would result in faded reds and shrunken pinks.

And where the fuck are my special bra and panties?

"No, son, but thank you." She slipped back onto the stool and placed a heaping forkload of eggs in her mouth. Time was of the essence as she chewed and talked. "You know I have a system worked out." She took another sip of coffee, delighted that Bobbie had literally made her dreams come true.

God, I think my hands are shaking, I'm so happy. Keep cool, girl. You're both getting what you need.

Thankfully, Sunday morning traffic was light. Most people were still in church or merely enjoying their day of rest as Sylvia gunned her Falcon across town to Bobbie's house. The tires screeched as she pulled up to the curb. Sylvia slammed the car door and paused.

Slow down, dammit! Walk, don't run.

She slung her purse over her shoulder and took slow, deliberate steps toward the front porch. The moment she reached the wooden stairs, the front door opened an inch. Sylvia lost her resolve and ran across the porch, pushing the door open, disappearing into the darkness.

"Jesus Christ!" Sylvia gasped, dropping her purse to the floor as the door slammed behind her. Bobbie stood there, naked as a jaybird, tears streaming down her cheeks. Then she held out her arms.

"Yes! Yes!" Sylvia gasped, so tight was their embrace.

"Oh, thank you, thank you!" Bobbie sobbed.

"I'm so glad you called, my love." Sylvia tried to control her emotions, but to no avail. Tears started welling in her eyes. "I had a dream...a premonition."

Sylvia didn't remember her clothes being removed, but in the next moment, they were in the bedroom, writhing in soft, freshly-laundered bedclothes, nude bodies clinging together. Bobbie literally grunted as they kissed and probed each other's mouths, tongues aflame. Sylvia didn't even realize she was humping against Bobbie until she felt moisture between her thighs and heat radiating up though her body.

"Goddamn...GODDAMN!!!" She wailed, gazing into Bobbie's eyes, almost out of her mind with lust, love and need.

"Yes, my love, YES!" Bobbie's eyes had a crazed look in them as she bared her teeth.

The bedframe groaned, springs squeaking violently as their bodies battled against each other. Bobbie rasped, "We have to fuck. Now!"

"Yes, yes." Sylvia responded breathlessly.

But Bobbie had something different in mind. Instead of the missionary position, like yesterday, she crawled to the foot of the bed, turning opposite her lover.

"Let's try this, honey."

"What are we doing, my love?"

"Humor me."

Sylvia, so aroused she was about to rape her lover's ample thigh, obeyed. With her head at the foot of the bed, Bobbie slid her legs alongside Sylvia's until they scissor-legged each other, their pussies pressing together. The moment Mama started rubbing herself against her little girl, Sylvia gasped.

"Fuck, Bobbie," she panted. "I never would've thought of this. I love it!"

"Uh huh..." Bobbie was already getting into the swing of things, her eyes wild with delight. "Uh huh!"

It didn't take long for Sylvia to start reciprocating, rubbing her wet, matted fur against Bobbie's, her enflamed clit tingling with delicious sensations.

"That's it, my love, yes!" Bobbie smiled, pleased that Sylvia picked up on the new position so fast. Soon, they hit their stride as their pussies rubbed furiously together. Sylvia gripped the headboard for leverage as Bobbie clutched at the bedclothes.

"Goddamn!" Sylvia growled as their juicy bits collided. "Fucking perfect!"

"You said it, girlfriend."

Not long passed until the tension started building. Both of them felt orgasms on the way.

"Honey," Bobbie grunted, breathing heavily, a glistening sheen of perspiration forming on her naked flesh. "Grab my hands and pull."

Sylvia released the headboard as Bobbie reached toward her. They held hands, fingers intertwining, holding on for dear life, melding their pussies even tighter together.

"Oh, yes...YES!!!" Sylvia wailed as new waves of pleasure surged through her body.

"Uh huh!" Bobbie smiled, nodding her head. "Damn it, Mama's gonna come soon."

"Oh, fuck, Mama," Sylvia's mouth hung open. "Me, too."

"That's it. Fuck Mama...FUCK MAMA!!!"

"Yes, Mama...YES! Fuck your girl! FUCK!!!"

"Ohhhh...." Bobbie's eyes rolled back in her head as frantic thrusts turned into sharp, steady jabs against Sylvia's matted fur.

"Dammit, here it comes!" Sylvia, white knuckled, held onto Bobbie as she, too, was seized by a juicy climax.

"Oh, yes!" Bobbie was sweating profusely by now. "Fuck Mama's pussy! Fuck my pussy!"

"Yes, Mama...YES!" Sylvia whimpered like a little girl, her throbbing womanhood melting into Bobbie's as she came and came. "Come with me, Mama, come with me now!"

It sounded like feeding time at the zoo, what with the animal noises they made. Somewhere in Sylvia's mind, she wondered if Bobbie's neighbors could hear their sounds of passion.

In due time, they both fell limp against the bedclothes, their bodies still locked together. After a minute or two, Bobbie caught enough of her breath to speak.

"Oh, fuck...ohhh, my god!" She grunted. "That was so fucking good."

"Yes, honey, yes," was all Sylvia could say.

"But I need to shed some pounds if we're going to keep doing this. I'm not the svelte, athletic girl I was in nineteen thirty-seven!"

Sylvia laughed. "Jesus, I wouldn't have known." Bobbie's passion matched Dan's at his best and far exceeded anything anyone else had ever done with her.

The next moment, Bobbie slid up near her lover as they exchanged more kisses and caresses. Wordlessly, they clung to each other as their bodies returned to normal. Sylvia was the first one to speak.

"Is this something you learned with Sarah? Am I naughty for asking?"

Bobbie hesitated. "Well, I guess it's no secret. Not now. Do you mind?"

"No, no, my love." Sylvia passed her hand over Bobbie's warm, supple skin repeatedly, squeezing, caressing. "It was mindblowing."

"An old trick from and old bitch dog." Bobbie made fun of herself, but her lover was having none of it.

"Oh, stop debasing yourself!" Sylvia's forehead creased as she admonished her plump, sexy lover. "And don't you dare say anything like that again, at least around me!" Sylvia slapped her Bobbie's round, ample rump. "I won't have it!" Then her face relaxed and she kissed Bobbie's mouth. "As for what we did, whatever you call it, if it brings back fond memories, I'm all in, sweetheart. Goddamn, that was hot!"

Bobbie nodded. "Okay, I just don't feel very sexy or attractive, honey. You're probably the third person in all my life I've been naked around." She returned the kiss, this time letting it linger a bit. "And I'm not pretending you're Sarah. That was so far in the past, it doesn't seem real anymore. This is you and me, here and now."

"Of course, my love, of course." Sylvia kissed Bobbie's forehead, nose and lips. "Don't for a moment think of me as jealous or envious. What we're doing now is just you and me."

"Okay, then." Bobbie's reticence subsided and they returned to the moment, luxuriating in each other's bodies and the aftermath of lovemaking. Bobbie continued.

"Does that boy of yours think we're up to something?"

"Nah. He just thinks we're working overtime."

"Okay. That would be a shocker, him knowing his mother was getting hot and heavy with another woman."

"Oh, no doubt." Sylvia smiled. "But he's been surprising me somewhat as of late."

"How so?"

"Well, he's been making comments about my well-being, showing concern. He surprised me this morning by offering to do the laundry."

"Really, now?" Bobbie's nose found the valley between her lover's breasts. "Hell, there are a lot of grown men who never get that far."